Sinister || YeonBin/TaeGyu AU✔

chapter 37

Unstoppable drops of tears were wetting Yeonjun's cheeks as he sat on the bed in his room and flipped through the pages of the photo album. His bloodshot eyes would land upon different photographs of him and Beomgyu and he couldn't stop the pain which was smiting his heart. It seemed like even nature was able to feel his sadness since the sky was growling so loudly and watering the ground with its endless sea of tears. It had been hours since Yeonjun locked in his bedroom and didn't let anyone in. He wanted to be alone with the memories. However, his sobs were still audible to the werewolves outside and they were in pain because they had no idea how to help him or Beomgyu. Another day was coming to an end and neither Jimin nor Taehyun had called. Taehyun only contacted him in the afternoon to tell him that he had started working on Beomgyu's case secretly with his colleague, but since he hadn't called them after that it meant that he hadn't found anything useful yet.

Everyone in the house knew where Namjoon and his pack lived, but going there and fighting with them would bring nothing good. They still wouldn't say a thing. On the other side, Soobin couldn't also manage to help them. He wasn't as skilled as Beomgyu and couldn't do much with his knowledge which wasn't even complete yet.

It hurt him to watch Yeonjun being in so much pain. He wanted to go to him and let the male cry in his arms, but Yeonjun wasn't letting anyone get close to him. He wanted to suffer alone. He didn't need anyone else to pull him out of the dark sea of pain. He just wanted to drown in it.

A bright beam of the lighting would invade his room through the window occasionally and Yeonjun's eyes would fix on the soaked glass while his arms were embracing Beomgyu's photograph into his chest.

Who knew how afraid Beomgyu was at the moment or how bad he was suffering when Yeonjun was in his house, all healthy and free?

All his life, he had been watching the boy grow up. He was like the younger brother to him, but no, Beomgyu was even more than that, he was the half of his soul. Yeonjun knew he wouldn't manage to survive if something happened to him because he loved him more than anyone and anything else in the world. He wouldn't even handle a single tear on his face.

Beomgyu's wounds always used to hurt Yeonjun more.

Even now, he could sense that something was wrong, that Beomgyu was in pain and Yeonjun could do nothing about it. That's what was driving him crazy and making him cry a river from his eyes. His tears were much larger and heavier than those raindrops outside. While they were soaking the earth, Yeonjun was watering the floor underneath him and no matter how bad the pain was becoming at every second, his hands were still remaining strong enough to hold Beomgyu's photograph tightly and not let it go. Yeonjun was feeling like he was close to him like that.

Yeonjun was right. Beomgyu was in a great affliction. He was hurting like hell, both physically and mentally. His red-rimmed eyes were locked to the glass and watching the rain pouring down from the cloudy sky. He could even hear how heavy drops were slamming against the ground and making the sadness and pain grow bigger inside him.

As Namjoon ordered Renjun, the latter brought some water and food to him in the evening. Beomgyu drank the liquid but refused to eat. The plate was still laying on the ground in the other corner, untouched. He was sure he was looking like a corpse because he was definitely feeling like one. His broken hand was bandaged now, but the pain was still killing him. He could feel every broken piece of his bones in his skin. He couldn't even move his hand or a single finger, he even thought that he would never be able to use it again.

A pair of warm arms were all he was willing to feel now. They may dull some of his pains. But coldness was all he could feel instead, he was enveloped in a tight embrace of loneliness. It was only his second day in that hellhole, and they had already managed to break him like that.

Who knew what was waiting ahead of him if he stayed there for more days? Would they hurt him even more? If it was even possible, of course, because he was already hurt enough.

He had even found and taken secretly some paperclips for lock picking from that room earlier where he met Namjoon, when the latter and Renjun were downstairs, chatting. Beomgyu knew they would help him escape if he used those paperclips properly, but he didn't feel like moving a muscle that night. He was too weak and energy drained. The unbearable pain in his hand was sucking the soul from his body and he could barely even leave his eyes open, but even though he was feeling terribly sleepy and exhausted, he still couldn't manage to fall asleep no matter how hard he tried to.

How would he when they didn't even provide him with painkillers?

He was drowning in his own tears and praying to die, but even death wasn't going to him to free his tortured soul. He was left alone even by it. He spent the entire night in agony, crying for help, his hot tears soaking the floor under him. It felt like the gods above were finally done watching his misery, because when the sun had already thrown its light into the sky, he closed his eyes and darkness slowly took over him. That's when his soul finally felt some relief, in the bright and colourful world of dreams.